Lost
Before children, when Heidi had a well paying, full time job, I enjoyed the luxury of a high end audio/visual system. This was five or six years ago mind you. The TV was and still is a 36 inch Panasonic hooked up to a Bose Lifestyle surround system. There is a Sony DVD player and JBL VCR.
Now, six years later, the sub woofer for the Bose system is blown and needs to be replaced. The DVD player is hooked up to the Bose so there is no sound when you want to watch a movie. The VCR is obsolete and does not work, unless you want or need to destroy a tape.
What brings this sob session to the surface is Thomas, my youngest son. The only thing I had left was the remote for the digital cable. I was able to listen to music with a click of the remote. There are plenty of music channels on cable. I could watch any movie I wanted with a click of the remote. On Demand people. I was living with out the luxuries and doing just fine.
Thomas has placed the remote in a safe place. A very safe place, that I have not been able to determine. I can no longer sit in my chair and operate the television, the movies and music are gone. I have to get up off my ass and physically change the channel.
Where am I? It is either 1980 or hell. I feel sorry for myself, I once was proud and now I feel nothing but shame. No stereo, no DVD player, no remote. I am a slave to my children, I have given them everything and what do I receive in return for my sacrifice?
Hugs, giggles, smiles and love. Not a bad trade now that I think of it.
Now, six years later, the sub woofer for the Bose system is blown and needs to be replaced. The DVD player is hooked up to the Bose so there is no sound when you want to watch a movie. The VCR is obsolete and does not work, unless you want or need to destroy a tape.
What brings this sob session to the surface is Thomas, my youngest son. The only thing I had left was the remote for the digital cable. I was able to listen to music with a click of the remote. There are plenty of music channels on cable. I could watch any movie I wanted with a click of the remote. On Demand people. I was living with out the luxuries and doing just fine.
Thomas has placed the remote in a safe place. A very safe place, that I have not been able to determine. I can no longer sit in my chair and operate the television, the movies and music are gone. I have to get up off my ass and physically change the channel.
Where am I? It is either 1980 or hell. I feel sorry for myself, I once was proud and now I feel nothing but shame. No stereo, no DVD player, no remote. I am a slave to my children, I have given them everything and what do I receive in return for my sacrifice?
Hugs, giggles, smiles and love. Not a bad trade now that I think of it.
Labels: Parent feelings, Television
posted by Peter at
10:50 AM
4 Comments:
Not a bad trade at all - but sure would be nice to have that new gadgetry (i am a gadget freak) but i don't even get to watch adult shows on tv during the day so what the hell am i talkin' about? lol..
This made me laugh... We "lose" our remote at least twice a week. It gives us a good reason to clean the whole house trying to find it.
Not a bad trade at all! Still, I'd be tearing the house apart finding that remote.
FOUND IT! Hurray!
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